Lu Cheng said earnestly, "Captain, aren't you being too harsh on me? But you're right, if I had a brain as smart as yours, my ancestors would be laughing their way out of the grave."
Bi Luo snorted with a laugh, "Your ancestors have long turned to dust."
"Bi Luo!" Lu Cheng glared at him, grinding his teeth, "I swear, a day without hitting you and your skin starts itching."
Bi Luo, with an indifferent face, retorted, "Come at me, who's afraid of you?"
Huo Baoming shook his head helplessly, took Lu Cheng's phone, and moved to a quiet space, "Captain."
Yun Yue could tell he had something on his mind just by listening.
"What's wrong?"
"Tomorrow's opponents are Lang Team, and I'm worried it will have a negative impact on them after the match."
Lang Team's playstyle was very aggressive, and their shooter enjoyed messing with people's mindsets, which had driven quite a few esports players to retire.
"You're worried about Lan Ying being targeted again."